The woman was in trouble. In love with two brothers. Twins no less. She was perhaps the only one who could tell them apart. Both were now her lovers. Though one knew her more than the other, and the one that did, well that was something of an issue since the man seemed to care about one person and one person only. Himself.
Yet here she was her naked body curled against him. Her arm draped over his chest as her head rested in the crook of his arm while he slept.
Their getaways had become more frequent. He didn't want Sal to find out and neither did she. So weekends away, occassionaly during the week now. Those nights the limo would pull up as she left work and she'd get in only to be taken away, somewhere out of the city. A different hotel each night, always lavish and extravegant, perhaps that's what he wanted but she hoped it wasn't for her benfit. She would meet Al where ever he wanted. She felt a pull to him and she knew that he fought the pull to her, yet she didn't know why. One day he might stop fighting, one day she might figure it out, but for now she had him and that was what mattered. She had to wonder though why the escapes together were becoming more frequent. Was this something that was part of his act, was she the reason for him to let Sal know he couldn't be found always.
She felt him stirr and smiled. Soon he would awake and make love to her again before they both headed back into the city. She got butterflies just thinking about it. How was it possible to love this cold hearted rutheless man. Well that was easy. She had found a way to warm his heart some and what she found was something she never expected. Love, tenderness and caring mixed with a certain charm and dominance that called to deeply to her. She loved Al and she loved Sal. But as it stood right now Al had the keys to her soul, only he didn't quite know this yet.
